Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

You were up to your necklace in drunk friends and wreckage

 when the New Year

Stepped out of the past through the rose colored glass

and dropped you off here

With a broken kazoo, a faded marijuana tattoo, and confetti in your hair

Now you're Jesus' age, \but you've only been betrayed by the calendar

Your mother remarried

after your father was buried

 in this sailor's suit

Now she sells real estate,

he floats in his grave,

 and neither has much to say to you

 So you follow a cloud

 to a Betsy Ross shroud and see the wind try to rip it in two

But it don't make you feel any better

when you're under the weather

 and it's hanging over you

It's fading, It's fading

So what are you going to do now?

All America asked was for you to mow the grass,

 But you're thinking of throwing in the towel

Roll on, Roll on, Roll on

Mystery is bandaged

with routine, Plaster-of-Paris,

and mosquito net

While paint thinner blades

 strip the windshield of salt cake and sunset

Someone once said

the humble would stumbled

onto something long forgotten and ravaged,

But your dreams soak the pillow

 just as a thimble of rain feeds the cactus

So drain your bruises,

cut your scapegoats loose

 and confess ignorance

Pull a metaphor out of a river

 or a door and add your fingerprints

You could always go west

just like the rest

and bury your head into the hot sand

Or you could dust your broom

 and dissolve the moon on your eyelids

It's fading, It's fading

So what are you going to do now?

All America asked was for you to mow the grass,

 But you're thinking of throwing in the towel

Roll on, Roll on, Roll on

Enjoy.